"Maurice, it's been years since I came to Gabo Creek, and it seems your family's standing has slipped," a teasing voice called from outside the study. "Heh, when any random nobody dares storm your base, maybe the Driscoll family really isn't what it used to be." Maurice's eyes narrowed sharply as he turned toward the voice. Whoever dared to mock the Driscolls so openly had guts. However, when he saw who it was, the killing intent in his gaze vanished. He gave a cold snort and said flatly, "Barnaby, what are you doing here?" The newcomer was short and stocky, his skin weathered like a farmer's. Nonetheless, those who knew his true identity understood how dangerous he really was. Barnaby Hale, Director of Chetvine Special Ops, nicknamed the Crazy Barnaby, a devil who moved in the shadows. He said, "Nothing much, just checking in. Maurice, you can handle this, right?" Maurice's mouth twitched. "Barnaby, you underestimate the Driscoll family. Just watch… You'll see a massacre
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